Not sure why I'm even posting this, except maybe someone here has it figured out. Or just for commiserations.
The good news is that I am lucky duck. I love my partner and we have a great life. The bad news is that I'm exhausted (recently found out I'm undermedicated and am on an increased dose), my house is in total chaos and I don't know where to start. Every morning I get up, empty the dishwasher, tidy the kitchen, deal w any washing, cook dinner and, um, not much else. That's as far as I get. I might clean a bathroom or sweep floors but in terms of attacking an area in need of organising I can't get my head around it. It feels like I just don't have the cognitive wherewithal to think it through. I feel like crying every time I think of sorting it all out.
Before I moved in w my partner I lived in a one-bed flat and, except for sometimes struggling w paperwork (my achilles heel), I felt pretty on top of things. Now due to developments both good and bad, I split my time between three homes - mine, my mum's and a tiny place near my in-laws - and the endless packing and unpacking, combined with being away a lot and the fact that there are at least two decorating projects on the go in my house right now, I just can't seem to make sense or order of it.
My partner is lovely and supportive and has energy and enthusiasm for two, but he is very time-poor.
I'm about to go back to my mum's for a month and I really want to sort this before I go.